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Alcippus, you inform me true; I am thus deify'd by you; To you I owe this blest abode, For I am happy as a God; I only come to tell thee so, And by that tale to end thy Woe; Know, Mighty Sir, your Joy's begun, From what last night to me was done; In vain you rave, in vain you weep, For what the Gods must ever keep; In vain you mourn, in vain deplore A loss which tears can ne'er restore.
I suppose this place is very good for the angel-children, but I'm afraid that in a few days I'm going to wish I was back among the roses, with Allan and Johnny and a banjo and a moon!" Joy's eyes lighted. "Roses?" she said. "Oh, have you a rose-bush!" Phyllis laughed. "'Do we keep a bee? We have a garden full of roses.
She's as safe as a rocking chair." Even Joy could feel no apprehension when she got into the saddle. Dolly was decidedly safe. On the least upgrade she puffed and stopped short to rest. "Poor thing! She's all tired out!" exclaimed Bet, watching Joy's horse lumber up a heavy grade. "I think it's a shame, Tommy Sharpe, to let an old horse like that carry a load."
Memory can glean but never renew: 'joy's recollection is no longer joy while sorrow's memory is sorrow still." The spell of his personality worked strongly upon her. "Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out," she said. "You read that to me once, but I didn't dream that my own happiness would some day consist of recollection." "Why should it, Gloria?
There was quite a little crowd on the brow of "Deadhead Hill," as it is called, when Mrs. Joy's carriage turned in at the gates; and she glanced that way and said, "It is really too bad about that hill!" in a dissatisfied tone, as if the enjoyment of these non-subscribers jarred in some way, or interfered with the pleasure for which she herself was forced to pay a round price.
"We've got a good cook," whispered Joy across the table to her hostess. "I don't know what he calls this mixture, but it's wonderful!" Joy's face was expressive and Sam noticed her approval of his lunch so during the remainder of the trip it was to Joy he turned if he wanted to make sure that any dish was appreciated.
Maude Wicks or yours truly?" retorted Joy, at the same time making a face at her friend. "Both!" cried Bet and gave her horse a tap on the neck, getting out of the way of Joy's quirt. Everybody liked to tease Joy, perhaps because she flushed so prettily as her slight anger rose. But whatever the reason she was always the butt for their good natured teasing.
Billy was the old horse who had pulled the family to church through the sand every Sunday since the children were babies, and Bess and Clover were white-starred, gentle-eyed cows, who let Gypsy pull their horns and tickle them with hay, and make pencil-marks on their white foreheads to her heart's content, and looked at Joy's strange face with great musing beautiful brown eyes.
But the most all right thing, to Joy's unregenerate heart, was next morning, when she went up to pay her usual morning visit to Mrs. Hewitt. "Joy, will you tell me," demanded the lady, "what you meant by telling Gail you wanted her to do the housekeeping?" There was no use having it out with Gail. Joy was not one of those nerve-shaking people who insist on having things out, anyhow.
Joy's, who had nursed Berry, and could be trusted to see that none of the young ladies did anything very imprudent, such as staying too long in the water or standing about in their wet bathing-dresses. At that early hour there were no loungers to stare at the party. The beach, cleanly swept by the tide of the night before, had scarcely a footprint to mar its smooth, firm sands.
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